Like a month ago, the one receptionist at the resthome who used to own a bar told me that her and her husband were driving and they happened to pass the one bar in the city that's owned by a midget, and she mentioned to him that just the other day me and her were talking about it.
"I'll never go in that bar again!", her husband was like, to her.
"I had no idea," she was like, and she said that it turns out that years ago, he was in the bar having a drink, and the midget owner who lives upstairs had been watching everything on her cameras, and she saw that his car had a bumper sticker on it for his own bar, so she called down and said he shouldn't advertise his bar in her bar.
"Which is ridiculous," my coworker is like, "The bars are in completely different parts of town! How could he steal her customers?"
But, she said, he pushed his drink back, said he would never drink in there again, and left.
She also added that a guy who owned a nearby bar that had a much later closing time would come in every once in a while and buy drinks for people and pass out ads in their bar, but that was different, those type of bars usually don't get much business till later at night, so they're not really competing and it's perfectly fine if their customers went there afterwards.
"But she actually thought he was there stealing her customers!", she was like.
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